GLORY*

Ex-girlfriend thinks that I'm ****ed up
I am
Mom thinks that I keep a gun tucked
Yes, ma'am
My best friend thinks that I'm off one
My dad thinks I don't care to call him
My own friends think that I've lost my head
Oh my God, shut the **** up
It's like all my life, been a ****-up
Who do you really think you are? ([?])
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day
Young boy might be crazy
Young boy might be shady
Young boy—, young boy—
Young boy might think [?]
Young boy might [?]
I'm not crazy, hallelujah
Tell my momma, I don't need no shooter
I ain't miss another shot, huh
Thanks a lot, huh
Blocka, blocka
Pull my body out the devil locker, like
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day
Young boy might be crazy
Young boy might be shady
Young boy might think [?]
Young boy might [?]
Young boy might be crazy
Young boy might be shady
Young boy might be crazy
Young boy might [?]
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day
Ah-ah, so ****ed up, I can barely stand straight
Ah-uh, got a [?] on my neck 'til my last day